One rainy morning, I happened to run into Camille at a small neighborhood café. I hesitated between avoiding her and speaking to her when she walked in first. In a calm, uncompromising voice, she explained that the man I’d seen at the restaurant was her brother, who had come to visit her after a long absence.
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